Theres a happy sad,

And some people can sing it.

Some people can paint it,

Sketch it.

Some people live it,

Not because they can,

But because they are cursed.

Because they do.

Some people learn it,

And still,

They never feel it.

Some of us feel it,

Wrecked for years,

Smiling with tears on our cheeks,

And never learn it.

I have fe...

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